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Giving the eulogy, being followed by a chicken, losing a child
By Our ReadersMay 1981It scares me now, how much I told Chuck Roy. What will he think? Will he be blown away? It didn’t seem so unusual, my confessions, after he made some, and I did edit my original full confession. Still, will he be shocked? Was it necessary? What prompted me? Ego or some expediency?
By Cheryl SchillingApril 1981Many families possess tales of their occasional flirtations with opulence. Ours concerns Great Grandpa Kemsmier. Short of cash, he decided to sell his small matzoh business. The new management expanded into wines and other kosher delicacies — changing the company name to Manischewitz.
By Nyle FrankApril 1981A registration line, a nuclear power plant, a prayer candle
By Our ReadersJanuary 1981Everything that has ever been in this house is alive, in you, in us. We’re going to spread that kindness — the winter fires, the rain splashing in on your bedroom curtains in July, the kitchen’s warmth, the light of the chandelier in your eyes, your moonflowers, your roses, the red in the dogwoods. I’ll give it away again and again and you do the same, you hear?
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellDecember 1980A Confederacy of Dunces is most triumphantly a symphony of voices, a wonderfully wide range of authentic-sounding voices which would be distinctive even if they were never named.
By David GuyNovember 1980Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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